Wednesday. Thames House Security Service Headquarters. London, United Kingdom.
MILES SCROLLED THROUGH HIS email. He didn't have anything new, and there wasn't anything in particular he could do. But scrolling gave him an activity.
Why had he opened his mouth? Why had he said any of that earlier? What was it about Diha that made him completely forget decorum and ramble on about everything he shouldn't?
It was clear he'd made her uncomfortable, but he didn't know how to fix it or if he should try. What was done was done. In the future, he would be more careful about what he said to her. Just because he was attracted to her didn't mean anything to her. In fact, except for a few moments here and there, he was fairly certain she would have preferred to avoid his company.
Too bad he had his orders.
Bennett was pleased with their progress. He was certain the only reason that was because of Diha's progress. It couldn't be because of anything Miles had done or found out.